In the English language we care so much for and hold in high esteem, the word "love" has been burdened with far too much weight of meaning to bear in its simplicity. We have all these words for so many things, and for one of the most trans-dimensional, deep, subtle, variable in kind, depth, and degree of emotive feelings, we have one word and its paltry goup of emaciated handmaidens. Surley the word is much like the caryatid fallen under her stone. It makes me weep. No wonder we are such an imature race; we have no discernment of multi directional variables in the most power laden field of our experience.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Overburden
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